She entered a restroom stall, tugged her panties down to her knees, hiked up her skirt, and perched on the cool toilet. The smell of her sex permeated...her nostrils. God, she was so aroused! She tentatively ran a finger through her pubic hair, and touched her pussy lips. They were slick and juicy with her excitement, the lips swollen and protruding. She rubbed them briefly, fighting the temptation to masturbate. Her musky womanly smell filled the air, and she nervously, awkwardly, lifted the. Again, I was on my back and after about thirty minutes Mark rolled towards me again. I felt his hard young cock press against my bare thigh and this time I knew it was his cock. Even knowing this, I let my hand move down and my fingers again touched his hardness. In a few minutes, he moved his hand to my breast and we began our game. Fingers pressing in response to each other. I was so hot, and i could feel my pussy was getting wetter and wetter. I knew that if this continued we both would not. His eyes were glazed as he threw back his head in a primeval roar, spewing his hot cum inside me in jets that fuelled my shuddering orgasm further.We collapsed together and our mood gentled. He cradled me to him and we both pressed kisses wherever we could reach, waiting for our breath and hearts to catch up. When our mouths eventually touched we drank one another, aware that we had just touched soul to soul."Fuck, love, what was that about?" he asked when words started returning. "I was going. She silently prayed to God to help her, to speak through her. ‘If I can help at least one person here tonight,’ she prayed. ‘Then it will be worth it, God. Please let me help someone else.’ She realized, with a smile, that the simple little prayer was so vastly different from how she had lived her previous life, her life before Alcoholics Anonymous. The chairperson called out her name and started the spattering of applause and Robin walked to the podium and hugged the chairperson, then faced.